The picture where we moved you looked like meAnd somehow the light arranged itself in a "t"They always take at the start what matters the mostThey always shoot first and ask questions once you're a ghost

Whispers in the darkThe night is calling outTo all the lonesome heartsFlickering in startsThe big star's burning lowAnd soon it will be goneWhen love is overcomeWhen love is on the ropesDon't turn your back on love

I won't turn my back on loveI won't turn my back on love

Under purple skiesChicago's crying outIt echoes through the streetsAnd settles in the dustAlong the silent lakeBeneath the silver moon